Poetry and prose praising the motherland should not exceed 100 words.

The motherland, your five thousand years, is full of countless disputes. Fearless again and again, frustrated again and again, outlined the unchanging spirit of China. We have lived in your mind for five thousand years, so there is a Chinese soul in your bones that will remain unchanged for five thousand years. Your territory is vast and full of vitality, like a rooster crowing at dawn. Leap again and again, gallop again and again, and you finally stand as an oriental giant. We have grown up on your shoulders for 5,000 years, and therefore, 5,000 years of constant "diligence" is engraved in our temperament. Five thousand years later, you are still young, and five thousand years later, you are still enthusiastic. We have followed your footsteps for five thousand years, so we have witnessed your vicissitudes for five thousand years. You have been lost and depressed, but the national roar of 1949 shocked the world. A spring thunder of 1978 opened the door to the world. On your vast and beautiful grassland, sheep are covered with pearl-like green velvet; In your hopeful field, the rolling waves of wheat dye the world golden. On your winding coast, a fresh fish is stuffed with fishing nets; In your lush forest, there are pillars of the future of the motherland everywhere. When the bell of the new century rings, the eyes of the whole world are focused on you. I saw the fruitful harvest bending the branches; I saw the machine turning freely and happily. I see satellites and spaceships shining with sunlight; I saw the genetic code lead us into the hall of natural science. We have ushered in a colorful era with you, and we have entered a brand-new and brilliant era with you. We understand that our shoulders will support your hope for tomorrow; We know that our hands will create your future glory. Motherland, we will make you stand in the east of the world forever!